"The rich, the powerful?"
Zaire Schneider laughed and said. "Yeah, like the boss always says, how much money can those commoners have? They're just victims of oppression by those families, wealthy households, and Sects, robbing them is like scraping oil from chicken feet, a total waste of time, might as well lie down and soak up some sun."
"Central Divine Continent has been in chaos for thousands of years. Those big families and filthy-rich households that rose in troubled times, not a single one of them is decent, they're all vampires. The high and mighty Cultivator Sects are even more so, robbing them, you can make a fortune and it feels especially great."
Carson Flores asked. "This past month, I've noticed you guys haven't killed anyone, do you all not kill?"
"Kill! Why wouldn't we kill?"
Zaire Schneider grinned as he said. "We're bandits, not saints. We give people a way to survive, but not everyone gives us the same chance. We need to live, they naturally have to die."
